Speak to ones you have silenced for so long,
Raise your heads,
Look me in the eyes,
And tell us your tales,
Yet swear to tell no lies.
A guilty pleasure to dance with the devil,
Am I right?
Find your escape,
Seek revenge,
Nothing is your fault.
A story has unfolded
In the hands of little girls.
A pattern in history continues,
In a panic of fear,
We assume the worst.
Old wounds appear,
Jealously.
A civil war.
Yet in war,
The innocent are always to die.
My pretties,
You are to die in the eyes of God,
To be cleansed of your wicked ways.
If you have anything to say,
Beg now, for you will be forever silenced.
They say nothing.
The stones are placed on top,
They dance in midair.
And as they fall, they look up one last time,
And smile,
For heaven is shining down on them.
All is silent.
Author notes
My response to Arthur Miller's "The Crucible". Does it make sense?
Comments
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we just started reading the crucible this week :3 and I have to say I love the poem, and the entire history of the story.
=D
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Holy frick! This is amazing!!!!! Great job MK!-Liz
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My My, Little One,
What a voice you have found in this one! Great job! The images are quite powerful, and this is a wonderful read! Happy to see you spilling ink once again!
and love
Mom
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